Carolien D'Ange

[caro]

Finished?: YES!


O N _ Y O U

Name/Alias: Leeshy
Gender: Female
Experience: Like three years
Location: ONT, EST

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C H A R A C T E R _P R O F I L E

b a s i c s

Full Name: Carolien Arié D'Ange
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: May 9th, 1988
Tainted?: Yes.

Ability: _Dreamwalking. She can barely control it since it's only been about 8 months since she figured out what she is. It doesn't work at times, however much she tries. It seems she needs to have a completely will to do it. A desire to go into that person's dreams. Hence the fact why she can do it with Ian's dreams. But no-one else. Sometimes a bit of her aunt's dreams, but not usually.

Beliefs: She believes everyone is the same. Tainted or not, they're all people.



a p p e a r a n c e

Eyes: Her eyes are rather unusual, even Caro has to admit. They're on the large side, framed with thick, long eyelashes. A startling shade of steel grey, they're enough to melt your heart. They light up whenever she's happy, which is the majority of the time. They have this twinkle in them that never goes away.

Hair: Her hair is golden blonde. It's naturally pin straight but the rare time she feels like dressing up, she waves it. She usually wears it down, it'll be rare for you to ever see it completely up now. After the stupid accident, she wears it down, because it curtains herself away from the world. It's like whatever's going on inside her head is a play being acted out on a stage, without the curtain there, it will betray her, ad expose her feelings to the audience that is the world.

Height: 5"5
Weight: 101lbs

Distinguishing Features: She's wavering border line anorexia thin. She had no appetite for the past two years. She nibbles a bit here and there, resembling a rabbit sort of. She's just not hungry. She's not exactly anorexic, nor does she have any other kind of eating disorder, she simply just doesn't eat a lot. Apart from the fact that she's very skinny, she has abnormally pale skin. Which probably comes with the other problem. She doesn't tan easily and whenever she blushes, it's very apparent. She has her ears pierced but apart from that she's petrified of needles coming near her skin.

Other: She doesn't care about what she wears in any sense. She grabs the first thing she can in the morning when she stumbles out of bed. Small tee-shirts and jeans are her regular outfit. Scuffed up running shoes and a coat basically her entire wardrobe. She does have other things, way in the back collecting dust that she used to love wearing around Ian. Things like flirty summer dresses, tank tops, skirts. But that's the problem, they remind her of him. But she doesn't want to throw them out.... And she doesn't know why. She does resemble an angel sort of. Her petiteness, her blonde hair, her pretty face. But her personality completely contradicts this.



p e r s o n a l i t y

Likes:
- The Dark
- Reading
- Not Being Noticed
- Hiding Away
- Dreams
- Animals

Dislikes:
- People
- Reminders of Certain Things
- Being Talked TO / Being asked TO talk
- Ian
- Love

The Good Points:
- She has an extensive vocabulary, the result of two years of endless studying and reading.
- She is pretty, not many can deny that. She just hates it.

The Bad Points:
- She really dislikes talking to people. She ignores them
- She can't get over the fact of what she did to Ian.
- She's sort of depressed.

Habits:
- She tends to cry - a hell of a lot. People think she's depressed, and she is sort of. It's rare to see her smile.
- She sits in the back a lot, she hates being seen. She mumbles whenever people talk to her.

Possessions/Obsessions/Other:
- Just one thing. A photograph of Ian and Caro at the beach a couple of weeks before the accident. She can't burn it, even if she wants to. It's underneath her pillow - always with her whenever she's asleep. The one time in a day where she can release and not hide herself.



o r i g i n s

Place of Birth: Paris, France

Family:
- Pierre D'Ange ; papa
- Fleur D'Ange ; mama
- Véronique D'Ange ; older sister ; currently 24

History:
Caroline D'Ange, hasn't exactly had a perfect childhood. Actually, most would call it far from perfection as possible, but if you ever asked her about her childhood, she would probably tell you that it was amazing and that she loved every minute of it. Different perspectives possibly. But in truth, she actually didn't enjoy parts of her past, even if she did have a little bit to NOT enjoy.

She was born on a freezing cold May 9th. Her father was a wealthy art dealer and her mother an artist. Her mother, believed in having a child the normal way and didn't wish for her husband to bring her to the hospital to have their second child. Their second daughter almost died while coming out. Something weird happened and as both parents were neither nurses or doctors, they had to pray for the best. Luckily, their soon to be girl came out breathing after six long hours.... Her mother, vain, selfish, never did like Annabelle Grey much. Whenever they saw each other, all she would do is criticize the poor young girl. About her manners, her attitude, the way she looked. Her father, was always working trying to keep everything in order. She rarely saw him. Caroline turned out to be an... odd child of sorts. She preferred to try and set her dolls on fire instead of playing with them, ripping off a couple of their limbs. She had no companions her age, hence the fact that she grew up slightly weird. For her fourth birthday, she begged for a puppy from her mother to keep her company. Yet, when she opened her funny smelling parcel on her birthday, completely expecting a picture of her new puppy, she was given a dead fish. Obviously the child started to cry and her mother told her to name it Bob, let it live in her bathtub and it would make a wonderful substitute for her puppy. Caro was not happy. She had asked solely for a puppy because she was always lonely. What good would a dead fish do? It couldn't run and jump and play with her outside. It just looked up at you with a vacant stare. It was one of the last times Anna saw her parents happy together.

Two days after, her father went on a trip to the Amazon, and was bitten by a rare type of insect and came down with what seemed like an incurable disease. From then on, the four year old was spending countless hours in the hospital where her father was. She quickly became friends with all the nurses and the doctors who were helping her father. Her mother never left his bedside. Every time she turned around, she would be blowing her nose into a lace handkerchief, holding her dad's hand. It sort of sucked for Caro because she didn't have any siblings or friends. Just a dead fish named Bob who was floating around her in her mother's bathtub. She practically lived there. Until one day, all the healers, proclaimed her father dead. He was in the hospital for one year, two months, three days, five hours, six minutes and eleven seconds. Caro had been counting. Her mother became generally depressed after that.

People wondered why in the world Caroline wasn't crying at her dad's funeral. Her mother was a mess, she kept on screaming something about putting her father's body in his coffin beside her bed. Nobody agreed to this. The burial wasn't anything special, just another funeral where people Caroline didn't know came up to her and hugged her. They bored the girl. She wasn't sad about her father being dead because she rarely saw him. She wouldn't be sad if her mother died too. Of course, everyone thought Caroline was odd. Running around with Bob on a leash, talking to all her imaginary friends. She was having a splendid time. Everyone was disgusted by the fact I wasn't mourning. Or, it was the fact that Bob was smelling incredibly bad by this point. She didn't care and ignored them all. She had gotten out of her uncomfortable dress, and was running around in her underwear. She was definitely the life of the party. Which didn't go well in many people's books. They were all hugging her mother and saying sorry a lot. About her dead father and about her psychotic little girl. Her mother never got over her depressed state.

Caro's lack of friends scared her mother. She wasn't normal for her age. She would rather go and play with her dead fish than with the many other children Caro's mother tried to force upon her. She thought she scared them. Hitting them on the head with Bob, screaming in their ears. Caro wasn't like them. Prim and proper from a young age, she was a complete wild child. After her mother heard about her hitting the other kids with Bob, she threw him out the window. Caroline became sad after that too. Yet when she realized she was becoming like her mother, she immediately stopped. It was a long year in D'Ange Manoir. Her mother, insisted that all curtains would be closed daily because sunlight reminded her too much of her her husband. It was dark and dreary and cold. Caro wasn't allowed to leave the house. She founds ways of sneaking out which kept her sane, but it was really one thing that kept her from going more psychotic than she already was. She stumbled upon her father's library when she was seven. And from then on, she took to reading books meant for university students.

Her mother, still dealing with grief, sent Caroline to live with her aunt and uncle in San at the age of eight. Only Caro, her older sister was normal. Her other She had turned.... normal.... losing her strangeness while reading books. She was now more smart than odd. She was smart to begin with, but now she knew almost anything. She didn't like being sent away either, it bothered her. And the library in San was dreadfully small. She begged her aunt and uncle to drive her to the much better stocked library in Mariselle every weekend. It's the only thing that'll keep her sane. School was even worse than she imagined. She really didn't have much experience in making friends because she was home schooled. At school, she's earned herself a reputation as a complete sweetheart and a complete nuisance when it comes to schoolwork. She's quiet, and extremely nice. You would never guess that this quiet girl was once a messed up child.

She ignored lots of people, she was good at that. But it was about a month into her new life did she met Ian. The Ian she blushed whenever she heard his name Ian. They were in the same grade, even if she was a year younger. They sent notes to each other, stupid little notes in crayon. They played games together at recess. He was her first friend. He helped her make more friends, and suddenly Carolien wasn't shy. A new personality was showing through. She was loud, happy, hyper. People couldn't help but like the blonde. And it came as no surprise when Ian asked her out when he was 13 and she was 12. They were they're first boyfriends/girlfriends. It was love, even at such a young age. They kept their relationship for two happy years. They kissed here and there and were rarely seen without each other. But one night changed it all....

Ian was leaving for a family trip, he had kissed her goodbye. She hadn't thought much about it, after all, he would be back in a couple of days. She spent that faithful day doing nothing. Eating ice cream, giving herself manicures. And then she turned on the TV. The news flashed on. She didn't really care again, they were talking about some drunk driver and a car accident. She rolled her eyes, about to change the channel when she noticed someone looking exactly like Ian. She choked on her ice cream and when they say his last name.... She grabbed her coat, and forced her aunt to drive her to the hospital. She sat in the waiting room anxiously, scared for his life. That was where she found out that he was blind. At first, she thought she could handle it, after all, he was still Ian. But the troubles of having a blind boyfriend was too much for her. She broke down, started crying. And the next day, she broke his heart - and her own in the process.

She stopped talking to people at school, she didn't want to deal with them. She was just invisible again. Besides, people wondered how cruel she really was to dump someone just because of that. She faded from their worlds as easy as she came in. When she turned sixteen, she scared herself by entering her Ian's dream accidentally. She didn't realize what was happening until she forced herself to pull out of them. That was when she realized she was tainted....

She still loves Ian, she really does. She makes a point of visiting him in his dreams where he can see her and they'll be happy together for the rest of their lives. She just wants everything to go back to normal, but it can't. And she has to live with that.


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RP Sample:
Aiden had this way of making most of her melt whenever he looked at her with those eyes of his. Elannia had always prided herself on just that - her pride. She scorned others because they weren't like her. They weren't as good as her and they never would be. Despite the disgrace of having divorced parents, a rarity in the pureblood world, she still held her head high, turning her small nose up at them. Even at Hogwarts some of the other children had made fun of her because their parents had told them how she didn't deserve to be a pureblood. Because of what happened to her parents, how lucky Ellie would be if someone actually decided to take her hand in marriage. And marriage, oh god. At all the stupid dinner parties her mother would drag her to as a child, that was all they seemed to be able to talk about. Who was betrothed to who, and so forth. They were only children and their parents were already setting them up. Even her grandparents, sympathetic for their granddaughter had started mentioning names and dates to her mother. They made it sound like Elannia was to be wed as soon as she was out of school.

And perhaps she would. Many of her brother's classmates had been. What a pathetic world she lived in. Rules by your blood status. If you were a pureblood, you were far better than half bloods and muggle borns. If you were a pureblood, you were expected to marry another pureblood and have pureblood children. And the cycle went on and on. She knew her family would disown her if she happened to fall in love with some muggle born. They wanted to keep their status, their wealth, their reputation in tact. She had to feel sorry for those who actually succumbed to their parents' wishes and did as they were told. She never told anyone how ridiculous she thought the whole blood and power thing was. She hid it quite well, since she used to believe whatever her parents told her. It was only this summer while she was in a conversation with her brother about how he was engaged to some blonde bimbo did she start to realize what a stupid world it really was. This year so far, she found herself classifying people even more, and then forgetting about it all. Being slightly nicer to those that weren't of her class. Some of her friends thought it was humane act, but truth was, this... nonsense was finally getting to her. They were all the same after all... were they not? All human beings.

But of course, her thoughts went astray as they usually do. She had a sinking feeling that Aiden was going to think she was a little bit weird at this time of night. After all, she had blankly ignored him for the past minute. She cursed her new thinking habits. Was she to become a silent, thoughtful girl for the rest of her years at Hogwarts? Losing her slightly wild side completely? She immediately graced Malfoy with one of her dazzling smiles, completely pushing all thoughts of random purebloodness out of her mind. Then again, how could she? Aiden was someone who had the same blood status as her. Someone's name she heard quite frequently around her grandparent's home. Not surprisingly, her grandparents and his grandparents were friends in school it seemed. The small elite of the world really didn't have much to be friends with other than with each other. No case of not knowing one another.

"Yes, a net Aiden. Wonderful thought out plan isn't it? And I don't want to know what you're imagining right now..." she said, the smile never wavering. She shook her head slightly at his silliness. This was the Aiden she remembered from childhood. The one that had endlessly teased her, the one that was one of her best friends. She looked at the hand he offered for a moment before looking back up at him. "No, I'm done with abduction plans. This one didn't really work. So there goes my life as a kidnapper on the run." She took his hand, surprisingly soft for a male, her small hands disappearing quickly. She dropped it as soon as she was standing up and she couldn't exactly fall on her ass and make a fool of herself again. She pulled herself up on the counter top, ignoring the house elves now. Her full attention was on the Slytherin in front of her.

"Actually... I was down here to eat dinner. I sort of missed it to finish an essay....," she told him truthfully. "And tell me, what are you doing down here at this time? You didn't miss dinner too did you?"

Character Model: Elisabeth Harnois

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